Chapter-45
VALERIE'S POV
'What the hell are you thinking about? You have been like this since you woke up,' Adele commented, and I took a deep breath.
'I know, right? I just can't fall asleep, no matter how hard I try. It's like I can't help ponder over things,'
'That's exactly what I am asking about, Valerie. What are the things that are making you ponder over them so much?' Adele asked, and I took a deep breath.
'Beatrice,'
'Beatrice?' she raised her brows.
'hmm,'
‘Well, continue. What about Beatrice?’ Adele asked me, and I sighed.
‘I don’t know, but it feels like she isn’t my sister for some reason. Don’t get me wrong. We, girls, are known for our jealousy, but can a sister be jealous of her younger sister to the extent of wanting her dead? We are the same blood and flesh, aren’t we? Every time we are in the same room, she can’t stop herself from expressing her hatred towards me that reeks from her words, and it makes me uncomfortable, not going to lie,’ I sighed, and she hummed.
‘I don’t know, but maybe it’s because she is the only family member you know, and that’s why it’s hard to digest that she hates you so much?’ Adele suggested, and I hummed before turning to my side.
A smile crept up my lips as soon as my gaze settled on Ambrose. He has become the sole reason behind my happiness these days.
‘Mmm, Valerie,’ he mumbled in his sleep and pulled me towards himself, unknowingly.
I was about to place my hand on his cheeks because I wanted to feel his subtle rubbing on my smooth skin when his hand slipped under my dress, right above my breasts, and I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.
‘He is a pervert even in his sleep,’ I commented, and Addele smiled.
‘Don;t act like you don’t like this pervert. Why were you itching your hand towards his subtle beard? Don’t you like it when his roughness rubs around our wet p*ssy and awakened those feelings in our abdomen, especially triggering our cl*toris that immediately makes us hungry and wet for him?’ Adele said, and I gulped at the naughty desires rising in my chest again.
What the hell was wrong with me? It was me who forced him to sleep because we were too tired after a long day, and now I am the one who is thinking about these emotions the most. If Ambrose as much as became aware of my arousal and smelt it, he won’t waste any second in pushing me down and slamming himself inside me again.
‘Just, so you know. Even if Ambrose is sleeping, Cyrus is still awake. Maybe we can ask him to help us with our desires,’ Adele suggested, and I narrowed my eyes on her.
Right. Adele is the culprit here. I wasn’t originally thinking about these things. It’s her naughty thoughts that are leaking into my mind. I narrowed my eyes at my wolf, who smirked at me as if realizing I figured everything.
I sighed.
‘If you want to enjoy the s*x so much, why are you not coming out? It’s not like I don’t know the truth now. You said you were holding back because of my powers, but aren’t I strong enough to hold on to them already?’ I asked, and she bit her lower lips.
‘I am sad to say this, but unfortunately, no. You are not strong enough to hold onto your powers currently. The mark, this bite or curse in your language, is the bite of one of the most powerful vampires. You haven’t seen the extent of your energy and powers. If I changed into my wolf form right now, chances are, you will go into vegetative state because of the energy influx,’ Adele explained, and I sighed.
‘Then tell me. Tell me what is going to make me strong. Don’t you think I deserve to know after everything going on in my life?’ I challenged her challengingly, and she bit her lower lip.
“You need more blood to become stronger,” Her words were loud and clear, but for some reason I wanted to unhear them. Wasn’t it already bad that I was drinking Ambrose’s blood that I needed more? His body was regenerating that blood at quite a good pace. Probably all the blood I drank in our last session might already be there in his body, but it was still harmful,” I paused before shaking my head at her.
“What if I become addicted to it? Fresh Blood addiction for a vampire is something they can’t easily come out of. Don’t we know what happens when you become addicted to something? What will I do if I crave blood and Ambrose isn’t near me? I can’t possibly plunge my fangs in just any werewolf, can I?” I rolled my eyes before taking a deep breath and lying on my back.
Ambrose’s hand that was lying right under my breasts earlier shifted closer to my chest, and I groaned when the feelings of desire and being banged by him started developing again.
This man! Does he really have no idea what he is doing?
Huh… he is probably sleeping soundly. Or he would have woken up by my arousal by now. I sighed before traveling my hand down and touching myself slightly to ease the desire so that I could sleep again.
What started with deep thinking about Beatrice was turning back to my sexual desire, making me annoyed. Was it a vampire thing? Being horny 24/7? I sighed, wanting to feel Ambrose’s hand grabbing my breasts and playing with them.
I was totally acting like a slut. I suppressed my moans as I closed my eyes and imagined Ambrose’s subtly rubbing against my demanding pussy and hos tongue fucking me. The thought alone made my wetness leak from my pussy, and I heard a groan beside me.
He mumbled some incoherent words before pulling me towards him even more. I don't know if he was still sleeping because the next thing I knew, he grabbed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked on it softly, making me want to arch my back.
“Oh, Valerie,” he moaned before his hand went right under my skirt between my legs. He was definitely sleeping. He has never moved his hands on my body like this. It was as if he was trying to cup my pussy like he cups my breasts all the time. It was both a turn on and painful to watch and feel. The more he moved his limbs, the more tempted I became to grab his dick and ride it. He was already hard from whatever dream he was having. The amount of questionable thoughts I was having were making me lose my mind.
This was my man. The one I make love to almost every day now, and even after that, I wanted to fuck him when he was sleeping? Where was all this sexual desire coming from ? I was horny earlier too, but it had never exceeded to this point where I wanted to have sex with him like this.
This wasn’t good at all. Should I wake Ambrose up? Should I not? But this ache in my vagina that wanted something to fill it up was growing with each passing second. It was making me lose my mind.
“If you want it, all you need to do is just ask,” Adele said, and I groaned.
I finally gave up. After trying for so long and thinking of probably ten reasons why I shouldn't wake up my boyfriend, who had a long day too, I gave up and woke him.
“Ambrose,” I shook his body gently.
“Valerie? What is it?” He said before realizing where his hands were, and he gently removed them, making me instantly miss his touch.
“What is it, my love? Did I wake you up because of my touching? I am sorry, love. I didn’t know I was disturbing you. I was just having this dream about you and -”
“I want you to make me orgasm. Eat me, fuck me like a bitch, lube me, do me 3-4 times. I don’t care. I have been feeling strangely horny since I woke up, and it’s making me lose my mind -”
“Shhh, you don’t need to explain, my love. You want it. That’s more than enough for me to leave everything and satisfy you. I think I am responsible for this too. Every time we engage in this activity, we do it at least three times. We stopped right after one time today. How were we supposed to feel satisfied? It’s okay to feel this way. Don’t stress over it. In fact, I am happy that you can demand these things from me. You don’t know how much of a turn on it is, okay?” Ambrose coaxed me, well aware that I have this strange habit of overthinking everything, and I hummed.
I looked into his gray eyes in the dark that were glowing like silver orbs and laid on my back again. Ambrose didn’t waste a single second in coming over me.
“I don’t need any foreplay today. Just fuck me,” I said, and Ambrose chuckled at my choice of words. He dipped and kissed my neck, gently positioning himself on my entrance.
“I am supposing you are craving my blood too?” He asked, and I bit my lips in shame.
“Do you want me to fuck you like a bitch?” he asked, and I nodded in embarrassment, the darkness saving me some face, and he hummed before he turned me around, lifted my body, parted my legs and slammed into me.
Everything happened so fast that I couldn't even comprehend half of it.
Ambrose grabbed my hair and forced my face on the pillow, his other hand grabbing my hips to keep my hips in place as he thrust into me. His speed was inhumane.
“Ahh”
“Ahh,”
“Ahh,”
I panted like a real bitch as he slammed into me, pushing himself in and out of my body.
“Ahhh,” I moaned in pain and pleasure when he spanked my butts while thursting into me, each thrust deep and hard. His girth stretched by walls, and maybe that’s exactly what my body was desiring.
“This is what naughty bitches like you deserve,” he said before he grabbed my hips from both his hands and fucked me up in real, hard, and fast, until I screamed in pure ecstasy.
I wanted to slump and lay back on my stomach, but his hands stopped me.
“This is just the beginning, baby. You gave me your permission to do anything with you today,” his eyes glowed with mischief, and he took some of my wetness before putting it on my asshole, and I widened my eyes when I realized what he was going to do next.
I don’t know what this was, but the harder he acted with me, the more I liked it.